People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

—-——

Janet, accompanied by John Abruzzi and Vincent, arrived in Las Vegas in the morning. She had just had lunch with some prominent figures in Las Vegas politics and discussed their plans to open a new venue in Las Vegas.

The conversation didn't go very well; it was far from what Janet had expected.

In Las Vegas, the owners of various casinos and related political figures form a very strong alliance, almost like an unbreakable block.

The idea of ​​outsiders wanting to get involved here cannot be described as rejection; rather, it should be described as intolerance.

69????.???

Because of this attitude, Janet and her two companions naturally suffered a setback, and were even subtly threatened.

I left the restaurant.

Janet was a little angry.

John Abruzzi smiled, understanding, and comforted him, "It's alright, this can be done, it just requires a bit of skill."

Vincent lit a cigarette and turned to look around.

Las Vegas, the city of money.

Vincent liked the place very much. After looking around for a while, he spoke up, "Should we call the boss?"

Abruzzi laughed, "I can guess his answer without even fighting: Kill them. The political scene in Las Vegas needs a blood transfusion."

Vincent chuckled. "That's probably it, but such actions should still be approved by him."

“Alright, I’ll call him,” Abruzzi said, taking out his phone and making the call.

Ding Ze was scouting a building on Wall Street with binoculars when he received a call. After listening to what Abruzzi said, he grinned and said without hesitation, "Kill from the bottom up, kill five first... Before the operation, send Janet back to Miami, no matter what she says."

Janet heard this and immediately smiled, saying, "Ahem, Mr. Ding, what are you saying? I heard you."

“So what if you heard it?” Ding Ze laughed. “You have to go back to Miami before we take action, or I’ll come and deal with you.”

Janet: "...Sorry, we're in the tunnel. What did you say? I didn't hear you. Bye."

Abruzzi was helpless.

You two are flirting, why don't you call each other privately?

Is it necessary to do this in front of us?

"Boss, what scale of operation is it?" Abruzzi asked again when Janet stopped talking.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "We'll still be operating there in the future, so let's not make too much of a fuss. Let's send some snipers over and kill them quietly."

"it is good."

call ended.

Ding Ze continued working.

The same applies to Abruzzi and Vincent.

***********

In the blink of an eye, a new day has begun.

New York, Wall Street.

As usual, the bigwigs, dressed in suits and ties and adept at playing the money game, hurried to their offices while making boastful phone calls.

at the same time.

Ding Ze and a dozen snipers, some near and some far, watched silently and waited.

I waited for about half an hour.

Ding Ze aimed at a fat man in an office on a high floor of the Goldman Sachs building, took a drag of his cigarette, threw the butt downstairs, and then picked up the walkie-talkie. "Is everything ready?"

"Ready!" a dozen snipers responded in unison.

"Alright, three minutes to go, three, two, one, go!" Ding Ze said with a smile, and the next moment, he decisively pulled the trigger.

The same was true for the dozen or so snipers in other locations.

Shhhhhh.

In an instant, more than a dozen deadly bullets flew out, heading towards Wall Street elites.

Die, die, die!

More than a dozen people were shot, some dying on the spot, others screaming in agony.

Panic immediately gripped several high-rise buildings, and countless people began to scream.

Ding Ze watched with amusement, his hands busy loading ammunition, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

three minutes.

Time ticked by, and Wall Street elites fell one after another, while the survivors screamed and fled in panic, creating a truly spectacular scene.

One minute later.

The streets of Wall Street were teeming with men and women in a panic, rushing about indiscriminately.

These guys, who were usually so sophisticated and skilled at swindling money, had lost all their composure and nonchalance, replaced only by terror and utter panic.

Ding Ze was still firing, as were the dozen or so snipers.

Shhhhhh.

Each volley consisted of a dozen or so bullets fired from the barrel, and they were launched from all directions...

This is so damn terrible, who could stand it?

Another minute passed.

The entire Wall Street was littered with corpses, with no fewer than a hundred people dead, to put it slightly exaggeratedly.

Ding Ze and his group continued.

Finally, three minutes were up, and the fun was over.

"Let's go," Ding Ze ordered, and without hesitation, he holstered his gun and went downstairs.

three minutes……

Neither the police nor the FBI were far enough away to get to Wall Street, and there were no helicopters flying over yet.

Ha ha.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, went downstairs, and immediately blended into the panicked crowd, screaming and desperately trying to escape.

Time flies by.

Ding Ze and his snipers all successfully left the Wall Street area, got into their cars, and left.

Two minutes later.

Ula ulla ulla.

A large number of police officers arrived late at Wall Street, and the FBI also mobilized, sending several helicopters to circle overhead.

Immediately following, countless media outlets swarmed in, eager to report live, each one acting like a vulture that had spotted flesh and blood.

Breaking news: Shooting has occurred on Wall Street!

Wall Street, the world's financial center, was just attacked!

The death toll from the Wall Street attacks is currently uncertain, but reports suggest it could reach a staggering hundred!

[There is very likely more than one gunman!]

【…】

Wall Street is unlike any other place.

This wave of deaths has seen so many wealthy tycoons on Wall Street die so suddenly...

This is no joke; it's serious news.

So, it didn't take too long.

Almost every television station across the United States interrupted its broadcast of this news.

Then, without a single flaw, the entire United States was thrown into turmoil.

only……

The tone of this turmoil is a bit strange.

This is not.

"Hahaha, well done!!"

"Those bastards deserve to die!"

"Who the hell did this? I'm going to send them a banner of appreciation!"

"Great pleasure!"

"We haven't killed enough; we should have killed more!"